Poetry Friday: Ursula K. Le Guin

When you find the hidden catchin the secret drawerbehind the false panelinside the concealed compartmentin the desk in the atticof the house in the dark forest,and press the spring firmly,a door flies open to reveala bundle of old letters,and in one of themis a map of the forest that you drew yourselfbefore you ever went there.

- selected lines from The Writer on, and at, Her Work by Ursula K. Le Guin